Here’s F for Fforde, and Thursday next. I had a lot of fun looking at old pulp fiction paperbacks to get reference for this one.
For every expert there is an equal and opposite expert.
Okay, so Jasper’s Cygnus Carnivorum Giganticus might not be real, but here is info on Cygnus falconeri:
Temporal range: Middle Pleistocene
Species: C. falconeri
Cygnus falconeri, the Giant Swan, was a very large Siculo-Maltese swan known from the Middle Pleistocene. Its dimensions are described as exceeding those of the living Mute Swan by one-third, which would give a bill-to-tail length of about 190–210 cm (6.2 to 6.9 feet). A weight estimation has it at 16 kg (35 pounds). It would have been taller, though not heavier, than the region’s dwarf elephants. Due to its size, it may have been flightless, or semi-flightless despite a 3 meter (9.8 foot) wing span. It was well adapted for walking, and apparently a land feeder. It became extinct before the increase in human activity in the region, so its disappearance is thought to have resulted from extreme climate fluctuations. Related to the climate fluctuations would have been a temporary land-bridge to Italy that allowed European competitors on to the Island.
Like the dwarf elephant and other Mediterranean island endemics, it likely became isolated when the Mediterranean re-flooded about 5.3 million years ago.
Jasper Fforde is a genius, this is pretty much my ideal job *sigh*
Looping” was a slang term for Closed Loop Temporal Field Containment. They popped the criminal in an eight-minute repetitive time loop for five, ten, twenty years. Usually it was a Laundromat, doctor’s waiting room or a bus stop, and our presence often caused time to slow down for others near the loop. Your body aged but never needed sustenance. It was a cruel and unnatural — yet cheap and required no bars, guards or food.
Very cool photoshopping of Jasper’s Fiction Island map by DeviantArt user UndefinedScott
“That may be, but if you look around, you won’t find much that isn’t.
I thought he was making all that up…
Great Stuffed Dodos of the World!
The chief librarian was a tall and imperious woman who was covered head to toe in bright synthetic blue and had a large quantity of jewelry draped about her neck and a tiara perched precariously on a large shock of bouffant white hair. She had drawn circles around her eyes, which were joined by a line across the bridge of her nose. It was the traditional mark of her calling but no one knew why.
Try to be pleasant to one another, get plenty of fresh air, read a good book now and then, depose your government when it suspends the free press, try to use the mechanism of the state to adjudicate fairly and employ diplomatic means wherever possible to avoid armed conflict.